Turning into shadeless images of what once existed
transforming our body and mind
we transcend back into existence
Spiritually awakened
we mend our addictions
pushing forward into mono-practiced methods
we die sober
achieving a chance to have once lived
We fake our happiness with plastic smiles
and drown in a colorless forbidden love of liquid architecture
Periodically thinking
"we can't take it"
asking for forgiveness as if it was a weakness
we manage to stay dry another day
lorh
